Evergreen by Maureen GlaudeThe coroner attributed
her cause of death
to envy.
An extreme case
that tinted her corpse
a decadent shade of green.
Shed drowned in her own
perpetual drool.
From years of chronic fantasizing
for the lives of friends and family,
shed lost her own.
In late springs of her childhood,
when the earth
was soft and ready,
she often buried
her Christmas dolls
in the backyard earth.
Theyd never measured up
to those of her sister and friends.
From Betsys to Barbies
the dresses plainer coloured
the tresses of hair
less golden, or uncurled.
Her parents must have known.
Sulky blues of her early years
matured to fiery rages in her teens.
She cursed
the other girls fortune in landing
the cutest boys, the fashions, figures,
the latest rock albums
ahead of her.
Her way was to move in
on others territory
wriggling in between two female
best friends whose pairing left her out
or later, scheming to lure
her sisters boyfriend for herself.
As a woman, she failed to settle in any house
for on either side of her most elaborate,
too many Joneses mansions rose
above her real estate,
their gardens richly flourishing
as she struggled with
her thumb, no greenness there.
All who knew her
(but made no claims
to care) lay odds
that in the funeral home
after the morticians
made her up for view,
shed sit up in her coffin
to check out their craft,
compare it to her neighbours
and scoff at her paltry cosmetic job.
None would put it past her
to pine about her caskets calibre
to boot.
Not that shed have many viewers
come to pay their respects.
The room beside her
busier at showing time,
confirming in her mind
she was slighted to the end.
03/23/2007 Posted on 03/23/2007 Copyright © 2024 Maureen Glaude
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/23/07 at 07:07 PM Hi Maureen....yes, this is spot-on. She got what she deserved. Talk about attitude! Great write and read. Thanks. Potd, for sure. |
Posted by Tony Whitaker on 03/24/07 at 10:59 AM Wow, what a take on "keeping up with the Joneses". Into my favorites for me! Such a vivid painted picture of a wasted life... |
Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 03/25/07 at 12:03 AM Very unusual images and concept for getting this idea across. Gives a strong and original tone to the piece, and an unexpected one, with such a title. Even got the "pine" in there-- which connects to the title, and the "box" she's put (herself) in. The image of burying dolls is amazing. |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/25/07 at 01:16 PM What a powerful story. A lesson for all here, especially for those who would dwell so deep in that darkest shade of green. |
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 03/28/07 at 02:57 AM A hard lesson to learn about comparing your insides with others' outsides. More easily said than done. And in essence, it wastes life (as you illustrated so well) when pleasure in what one has and striving to be the best according to one's own standards is the way to live happier.
~Chelle~ |
Posted by Laura Doom on 03/28/07 at 05:21 PM A disturbing retrospective on what would, or must, have been a miserable and essentially solitary life. '...but made no claims to care' is, for me, a line that exposes the complexity of this scenario, and breaks the inevitable wave of condemnation that is so easy to ride. Another provocative read Maureen :) |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/28/07 at 07:55 PM This is so well developed from title to ending. I love the "decadent shade of green", the "perpetual drool". Even as I chuckle at the vivid imagery you have penned, this is a sad, sad woman. I loved the other use of "pine" when speaking of the casket, and the idea of her sitting up and comparing mortuarial make-up. She was evergreen to the end, indeed. Great poem!! |
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